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Saturday, January 2, 2010

First Line Challenge

Are you ready to get your creative juices flowing! I will give you a sentence (or sentences) from the opening of a famous book. Your job is to turn it into a paragraph that is totally unique, and totally you!

Authors and characters are all welcome to try this little exercise. Let's see how many different perspectives we can create. Bonus points if you can tell me what book it comes from.

Okay, are you ready? Here we go.

The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak above a storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for...

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The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak above a storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for shaggy sheep, long-winged albatross, and an immortal pirate Queen named Wendy the Wicked. She guards her treasure high up on the Cliffs of Temerity, and is rumored to grant gifts to only the most brave and pure of heart who risk the perilous climb to her perch. But anyone who dares enter her Cave of Solitude comes away changed forever.

...is a land famous for it's drowned sailors and beautiful widows but, from earliest childhood, Maryanne swore she was not going to become one of them. Now, of marriageable age,she would not look at the handsome young men who wooed her, knowing their eyes were already turned toward the crashing waves which had devoured their fathers and grand fathers, she sought a man to keep her bed warm for all of her life and begin a new tradition for their own sons- that of staying alive.

The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak above a storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for...

...the quality of its harps and the skill of its musicians. People came from far and wide to learn from the music masters of Gont, who offered their instruction free of charge to those who were worthy.

Oh, I've always loved the sound of a harp. How wonderful to be able to learn from the masters of Gont.

Not that I'd heard of them before today.

Course, I hadn't heard of the Cave of Solitude before either... is it similar to Superman's ice fortress? (Forgive me if I sound impertinent - that's just the sort of question my little brother would ask, and I miss him so...)

The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak above a storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for the Feldswoon. Pesky, one eyed, hoofed creatures of short stature who maintain their livelihood through song, spoken word, basket weaving, and the proceeds from their annual Winter Solstice Promenade which attracts tourists from across the flattened world. Founded in honor of Berthlow, the first Feldswoonian to set hoof upon these shores eons ago, the "Festival of Milk" as it has come to be named in recent years is a sight to behold. Just remember to bring your cabbage, as the Feldswoon accept neither check nor American Express.

The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak above a storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for the forgotten time. It’s washes over by a storm of possibilities, which seemly are forgotten all to quickly by the inhabitants of this once beautiful land. As they celebrate their festival of resolution every new year, the inhabitants will once again remember nothing of the old year while they party through the night.

. . . . Angels and Demons. You know, the ones that sit on your shoulder and argue over what you should or shouldn't be doing. Like drinking too much on New Years Eve, or being an a*** to your girlfriend. My demon won, of course, and now I'm paying for it with the world's worst hang over.